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Tenacious_Kyle
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Name: Kyle
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: San Antonio
Birthday: 1/23/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: martial arts (Tajiquan, Taekwondo, and Ninjutsu), classic cartoons (mainly 80's), anime (FLCL, Cowboy Bebop, Naruto and others), videogames, racing (of any form), acting on stage, cinematography, and going on sneaking missions
Expertise: Master of Driving like a Maniac,Champion of Procrasination,King of Excellent Last Minute Papers, Legendary Smash Bros. Player, and Keeper of the Peace in a World Gone Mad
Occupation: Professional Gamer
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Arthursaurus
MSN: Darth Vader has you now
Yahoo:  victor_the_bum@yahoo.com
Member Since:
10/7/2004
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| So a little over a year ago, I moved into this house, which I heard about from a guy who goes by the name of Dyse. I met Dyse through playing Super Smash Bros Melee during a tournament. I didn't hear from him for awhile, until one night we have no where to go, then Coach calls me up and tells me about this house Dyse moved into, and there's a party.
A few months later, I hear about an empty room for rent, and I take the opportunity to move out of my parents and have some independence. Initially, it seemed that I had only two roommates: Dyse, who told me about the place, and Jerry, whose parents bought the house and were renting it out to Jerry and his friends. I was taking over Susie's room, who moved out, and Koosh (short for Mauricio... it's dumb, don't ask) was moving out because he was behind on the rent.
However, that's what it seemed. Susie showed up a few days after I moved in, and started staying the night in Dyse's room, while Koosh was sticking around and sleeping where ever he wasn't going to be disturbed. Whenever the landlords came over (which was often a lot, unless they were on a trip), the non renters would scurry upstairs and hide.
More free loaders came. First was Joanna, Jerry's new girlfriend. Of course, that's an understandable reason for her to move in. Smiles, someone I already knew via Smash, moved in, claiming to need to stay there for the summer so he could go to summer classes (which he didn't even take >.<). Then out of nowhere, Adrian, a friend among Jerry's circle of people came back from the clutches of his controlling girlfriend who he recently broke up with. And he moved in, without a job or anything, since he lost it because his ex was his ride to work.
Later, Jenn, a friend of Smiles, moved in and actually rented a room out. So now we have a grand total of four renters, one girlfriend (who ends up breaking up with Jerry), which ends up making 5 non renters. You have no idea how much toilet paper gets consumed with 9 people under one roof. More than just toilet paper, just about everything else was in short supply. Good luck ever finding a clean dish; people were always coming over and having something to drink. Tons of stuff got stolen, to the point where I had to keep all my food in my room.
Drama ensued the entire summer. Lots of parties equaled lots of incidents. Many secrets were passed around, and everyone had their person who knew stuff, but in truth pretty much anything could be found out hanging around there if you looked hard enough (and you didn't have to try very hard actually). I was often on the losing end of these wars, since I was kinda the new guy that wasn't very popular in this circle of people. I had a right to voice my opinion, but politics often overrides logic or reason. As I grew more and more upset with the non renters, they grew more and more upset with me.
Eventually, around the end of the summer, people started moving out, and Susie ended up meeting, then dating my long time friend Matt. Susie and I especially never got along at all, compared to the rest of the people who either I became friends with or didn't really get attached to. While I was glad that Susie was one less person living in the crowded house, I was upset that she started coming between me and Matt. More people left, and the place is now a lot quieter, since hardly anyone comes over.
Around October I move out of Jerry's house. I was weary of the lack of money, hated my stressful call center job, always hungry, getting out of shape, and always being tired. Plus there was the drama and constant parties. While I was hoping to find another place to go, life intervened and got my car in an accident, forcing me to clear out of of Jerry's and get back to my parent's house. While I was depressed that I was losing my independence, I was glad to be free of the woes and drama of Jerry's.
Not too long afterwards, my best friend Sos gets his car and then his own apartment. It becomes, naturally, the new place to hang. Things are fine and dandy, but suddenly Susie, who I thought I wasn't going to see very often save the occasional party at Jerry's, became friends with Sos all of a sudden, and this started causing problems since me and her were on even less good terms at that point. She starts going over there a lot, and then came the point where I couldn't come over because she was there or might be coming over.
So then Sos tells me about this incredible secret he learned. After a few days, he tells me, and it blows my mind just like it blew his mind. It involves Susie, and could possibly destroy her. However, I'm forced to triple promise it not to tell it. I unfortunately end up telling someone because I thought that the person I was telling knew about it. Sos gets mad at me, and I don't know what the hell is going to happen between me and him.
Now that I have all the prior information spelled out, I can finally get to what happened this Sunday night. Susie calls me up out of the blue and tells me to not talk shit about her. This confirms 100% that she knew that I knew. However, this sudden phone call is worrying me. I don't want people sharing what may come out of my mouth off the record, or worse someone is putting words in my mouth. So I start asking around.
My investigation ends up taking me to Matt. I'm very scared now. I don't know if he knows. He says he knows a lot of what is going on, but at the same time he's angry that he feels that everyone knows something but him, and no one is telling him. But I still didn't know for sure. Using some very careful wording, I am horrified to realize that he doesn't know at all.
Matt's been my friend for about 8 years, and while he's got his issues, he has been looking out for me a lot recently. So I told him, and he simply said "thanks for telling me" and "I'll call you later tonight."
Much wondering later, it seems Matt has decided to give Susie the boot. She's not staying the night at his place, at least for right now. What makes this all a little stranger is that they're haven't been together for the last month.
So far everyone is telling me I did the right thing. I hope that people don't think I did it only to take revenge on Susie. I hope she can find a place for herself, or at least changes her ways.
So now it feels like I've reached the end of a very long movie, now with this drama is wrapped up. However, there are some hanging questions: Will Matt forgive Susie? How does Sos feel about this? Will Ashley and Susie still be friends? And how do I end up looking after all of this?
However, I hope there isn't a sequel. This drama is like a year in the making. I need a break before anything like this happens again.
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So there were pros and cons to my decision:
Good:
By
staying over at Smile's apartment, I can get a whole hour and a half of
extra sleep, before walking to UTSA, compared to getting up at 6:00 am
to catch a bus to get to my 8:00 am class.... at 6:40 am.
Bad:
That paper that was due.... today, took a bit longer to write..... like until 3:00 am.
But the important thing is that I got it done .
Well kinda.
So
I wake up, after about 4 hours of rest, and walk to school. It takes
longer than to get there than the opposite walk from the day before,
and that would probably be due to me being hungry, and realizing that
at my slow pace I wouldn't have time to get food .
I walk into class and the teacher is already doing the role call for attendance.
"Kyle? Ah good. How are you?"
"Hungry."
"Well maybe you should have stopped by McDonald's."
"If I just got here now, I obviously didn't have the time.
I
have my paper for my 9:30 class mostly done. I need to fill in the
cites, add a title page, and pack it all together. As 9:15 am
approaches, I eagerly await to be released, but it seems that he wanted
to make us do an editing excercise in the last five minutes of class.
Worse yet, there is no clock in the room that he can see, so it's 9:17
before he finally realizes he's out of time, and I just get up and move
out to the library, the one place I thought I could go, since I
couldn't access my articles on Smile's laptop (something about the log
in). Unfortunaly, the library computers are gimp as hell, and I had to
make a new folder just to get to My Computer, open my paper and----
discover to my horror that it's not Microsoft Word.... it's Microsoft Word Viewer.
So
it's five minutes until my next class (and McPherson is harsh on
attendance... very harsh). And I can't even add the finishing touches
to my paper. Here I am pissed off that the library screwed me over,
when I come up with a simple plan.
Just go to class, wait for the role call, then sneak out and print it.
So
I do just that. As soon as my name was called, I left, with pen drive
in hand, to the nearest lab, finished up my paper (this ended up taking
almost 20 minutes, because I had to pull up a lot of things off of
WebCT that I left in class), and printed it out. I rolled it up and
stuffed it in the front of my hoodie, and came back to class without a
single word from the teacher. Good timing too, since I was a few people
away from having to speak to the class on what my paper was about.
So
today's lessons are: procrasination is the leading cause in sleep
deprivation among students, the library computers at UTSA are gimp, and
never underestimate the power of pretending to go to the restroom.
Class dismissed. | | |
| Life hasn't been much to myself recently. It's been a little too much
for everyone else and no downtime for me. I can't relax because there
is always people over, people wanting rides, or people with things to
talk about. Add on a job that begins) at 4 am, and I have very little I
can do with the free time I do have other than try to sleep. Staying up
for such extended periods of time has really messed up my sense of time.
With
the money problem's end nowhere in sight, I must say I'm getting
depressed. It feels as though everyone else's life is falling into
place, while mine is drifting away from me.
I'm also worried
about the numbers of predictions I've made that have come true. Two
friends, one I've known since high school and the other I've only known
for a few months, have started dating. I could see it coming a mile
away, and even though I tried to prevent it, try as I may, it happened
anyways. I suppose at this point I wish them luck, but it brought up
the past in my mind.
As I was walking through HEB with them, I
was reminded of how miserable it became hanging out with Alonzo and
Ellen when they were together. The thought of being the third wheel and
dealing with all of their drama coming from a dual friendship just
makes me sick, and so far I'm not touching it even with a ten foot
pole. I feel I'm already too involved as it is.
Which then
reminds me all the things people have told me and asked me to keep
secret. Seriously people, I could start World War III with the stuff I
know now. I suppose people do feel the need to let someone know a
secret so that they can either get advice, or a bit of revenge. I've
done it too. But the problem with secrets is that once told, they can
hold an overwhelming amount of power.
I pratically have a nuclear arsenal on standby right now.
But
right now I'm far too nice to go around stirring up trouble. As it is,
I was at war with Susie, but after learning the situation, I just
dropped it, and thankfully Susie did so too. So I can benefit from
keeping secrets where they belong: in my head.
Just don't make me angry. | | |
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It's been almost a year since I've touched the pedal.
Today was different.
I took Megan's car from her house to Vista. And it's like I never forgot.
Oh
yeah, my dad manned up and kept his promise to give me the 95' Buick.
He tried to back out of it even after he signed it over on Saturday. He
tried to not give me the title, knowing that it hadn't been physically
filed yet. I told him I was tired of the broken promises and the lies.
I was tired of waiting.
Much heartache and yelling and crying afterwards, I finally got what I rightfully reserve.
He DID sign it after all.
So
now I have the car, I have the insurance, and the last thing to do is
take the title and the insurance to the tax office to register it all.
So by the end of the day tommorow I'm going for a little spin.
Laters.
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| Well, guess I'm single again. But I'm not exactly depressed about it.
Truth is, we rushed into it, and we didn't really know each other. So
for now we'll stay friends, and maybe try it again later once we know
each other a little more.
I
guess these are the sort of things that we must learn from. It's also
quite a bit easier to understand why some people wait until marriage.
Love is like a work of art; you can't rush it.
And
quite frankly I don't agree with dating someone you're not really in
love with. That's why I had my doubts about it. But it's a lesson
learned, and pressure off my back.
And quite relaxing since it's
one less thing to worry about as the papers and group projects stack up
higher and higher. I have to get through every class with a B or else.
I cannot afford anything that may lower my GPA. Right now I'm going to
UTSA for a year (unless a communications program forms at A&M
Kingsville..... I won't know until summer).
I'm also stuck in a situation with the car. To get a car, my parents say, I have to move out. But to move out, I need a car.
So of course you're probably wondering: why not give you the car first?
Parent's "logical" response: because you crashed the last one and you'll never be home.
Nevermind
that my brother comes home LATER then me, has had several tickets and
even a DWI with an open container to boot (he had to do community
service as well). But that guy has had 4 different cars to date, one of
which we recently sold..... instead of just giving it me.
Oh,
but he pays for everything. I'm in debt because I went without a decent
job for a very long time, and now owe them somewhere between 2,000 and
2,500 dollars in debt for them covering me. I could easily pay them
back now, but what do they say?
"We don't want it. Keep it."
So why bitch about it? They just want to hold it over my head.
And
that's about all the info I have to upload for right now. Gotta jet to
work (which I'm quiting after I get the school money).
Peace. | | |
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